The sky, once a canvas of shimmering light,
Now looms as a void in the desolate night.
Its stars, once alive with a radiant gleam,
Now whisper of loss, like a fading dream.
What once held the whispers of wonder untold,
Now stares back at me, so lifeless, so cold.
A realm of enchantment, where wishes took flight,
Now pierces my soul with its barren delight.
The galaxies hum, but their tune’s turn...